Moving forward, feeling stuck

I’ve accomplished a ton of stuff this week. I’ve made uncomfortable phone calls, finally ordered a pair of glasses, finalized babysitting plans for the summer, found several new to me online sources for rental listings, etc. But when it comes to physical tasks, I sit. I play games on Facebook, I discover – and spend several hours obsessing over – Pinterest. The laundry isn’t folded, garage sale items aren’t being sorted, I’m not exercising even though I think about it constantly.

I’m up way past midnight most nights, worrying. We had a great lead on a house which has suddenly gone silent. I’ve only found 3 rentals worth calling about this week, and one, I’m pretty sure, was a misprint, rent-wise. I’ve expanded the geographical boundaries of the search and looked up extended stay hotels (available, but crazy expensive).

The big picture has swallowed up the things right in front of my face. It feels like drowning.